Archive for August, 2009

Bagel-head tweens in their skinny-legged jeansOft make me sneer, pucker and poutI hear their crusts cracking and smell hygiene lackingAnd generally get all creeped outBut once in a while a kid makes me smileBy toasting with style and graceTho it not long lasts, as he soon feels he hasTo pop a big squirting onion on his face

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08 2009

This hillside is burning, and so is my heartWith homes, and relationships, falling apartThe things we once cherished are those we now harmAs fire trucks, and consciences, sound their alarmOur tree trunks, and dreams for the future, are charredReduced to a pile of ash in the yard Was the culprit a toaster set too far to dark?Or a boiling hot, spiced bagel of a remark?

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08 2009

i bought a bag of bagelssaid “onion” on the frontbut when i opened them i hadsomething else to confrontfor on each ring of onionwere popping up like weedsunadvertised ingredientsyou’d know as poppy seedsat first i thought “what gives here?”and then said “what the hell?”but soon i realized that this ploywas really just as wellfor if i tried to sell youa meal of borscht and poopi think i’d also choose to focussolely on the soup

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08 2009

Yanking on my bulbsYanking on my bulbsI’ve got to get this batch of onions shipped off to DeKalbCall the master freighterCall the master freighterHe knows how to fill those boxes heading to DecaturOiling up my doughOiling up my doughThese rings of bread are due tomorrow up in OswegoFingering my holesFingering my holesThese bagels taste way better than the ones you get in HullSucking cigarettesSucking cigarettesMy post-meal bliss should last me all the way to Joliet

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08 2009

I’m cooking with Satan in the bowels of HellA kitchen so heated even souls perspireWatching the dough rise with the angel who fellBut each time I reach for those treats I desireOniony bagels that tempt me eternalHis devilish toaster pops out rings of fireDamn this unworking appliance infernal!(Yet it’s meaningless to at Lucifer yell)I’ll just write this grievance down in my journalThen go to bed hungry once more in my cell